A bow was held in a relaxed grip at her side, waiting until she spotted trouble.
Faith liked hunting with a bow. It had the power that a crossbow lacked and was much quicker to reload. Buffy may have liked the scare factor of a crossbow, but it was like a handgun, only good for close up work. A good compound bow, on the other hand, was more the equivalent of a rifle, but quieter and more efficient.
She'd spent all day in the library making arrows, much to Wesley's disgust. He was pleased that she took an interest in her weapons, but less than impressed that she'd spread fletching jigs, glue, acetone, cleaning rags and a veritable mountain of brightly coloured nocks, feathers and fletches across the reading table.
Faith knew that Wesley would be even more pissed when he found out that she'd charged all of the equipment to him. She figured it was his own fault for confining her to restricted duties while the gash to her thigh healed and a girl did need supplies if she was going to do the job properly.
Faith enjoyed the task of making arrows. It was repetitive, but it was also soothing. She liked removing arrows from the jigs and spinning them in the palm of her hand. It was a method used to check the straightness of arrows after they'd been used, but it was fun watching the fletches blur as they spun.
Spotting movement in an alley visible from the North side of the building, she selected an arrow from the hunting quiver attached to the side of her bow and nocked the arrow. Drawing back until the string touched the tip of her nose, Faith took the elevation difference and slight breeze into consideration, sighted and relaxed her fingers on the string.
The arrow flew straight and true, the vampire having just enough time to look in confusion at the object that had blossomed in his chest before exploding into dust.
With only a slight limp in her step, Faith paced the edge of the building again, looking for more creatures of the night. She smiled to herself at a job well done.
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